Chapter 26 I'll kill you
By the time Duan Mingxiao realized what he had just said...
The young master reached out and touched his lips.
[Shut up, you're so embarrassing!]
A touch of pale red couldn't help but cling to the back of her ears.
Duan Mingxiao had no choice but to pretend nothing was wrong and change the subject.
"Try the cake and see if it's good."
[After all, I, this young master, went through mountains and rivers to bring it back. Humph, you stupid Chun, you're not allowed to say it's not delicious.]
The small cake in front of me was only the size of my palm, a light grass green color, and very delicate, with a red strawberry on top.
Cong Chun carefully untied the ribbon and opened the outer plastic shell; a sweet smell seemed to still linger in the air.
The boy picked up a spoon and scooped a spoonful of cake from the edge, his lips slightly parted, the sweet and sour pistachio flavor spreading on his tongue.
Duan Mingxiao stared at the remaining cream on Cong Chun's lips, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
This is the first time I've ever been interested in cakes.
"It really tastes so good."
Duan Mingxiao lowered his head and leaned closer, his gaze fixed on Cong Chun as if he were bewitched.
Cong Chun nodded and subconsciously turned the spoon around.
Using the other end of the spoon, he scooped out a spoonful and handed it to Duan Mingxiao; it contained a strawberry.
Duan Mingxiao's gaze fell on the red strawberries in front of him, his expression somewhat enigmatic.
The next second, the boy wrapped his arm around Cong Chun's wrist, and Duan Mingxiao, who had been bent over, slowly straightened up.
Because Cong Chun's height barely reached Duan Mingxiao's shoulder, his wrist, which was handing over the spoon, was held in someone's palm, so Cong Chun had to stand on tiptoe.
Only the boy was able to feed the cake from the spoon to Duan Mingxiao.
The young master devoured the cake on the spoon in one gulp, still wanting more.
The boy's narrow, upturned eyes stared intently at Cong Chun.
"The taste is indeed very good."
[This is awful, cloyingly sweet. This chicken has such poor taste.]
A faint smile spread across Cong Chun's lips, like ice and snow melting away.
When he smiles, it's always very gentle; the curve of his lips is usually not very large, and he doesn't make a sound.
If Duan Mingxiao hadn't known that he was just slow and methodical like a snail...
Otherwise, the young master would definitely think that Cong Chun was mocking him.
Cong Chun never eats cake on his birthday, but there is one old-fashioned bakery in the town.
When I was in elementary school, a boy in my class had a birthday party and brought a cake to school. It was much bigger than the small cake in front of me, but not as exquisite.
Cong Chun had never seen a cake in real life; he had only seen them in picture books. The boy sat in his seat, peeking out curiously.
It's that boy's birthday today. He's usually very popular in class, so he brought a cake to share with everyone.
Immediately, the students around him all showed envy in their eyes, including Cong Chun.
The male student distributed a small piece of cake to everyone, and by the time it was Cong Chun's turn, the cake was all gone.
There were 56 students in the class, and 55 of them received a piece of cake.
Cong Chun felt a little disappointed, but he didn't think much of it and attributed it all to his bad luck.
However, what I heard was a jarring laugh.
"Li Zi, how come the cake is already all gone? I wanted more."
"Get out of here. Some people haven't even tasted it yet, but they don't complain like you."
"Him? He doesn't even deserve to eat cake. It's your birthday today, so don't give cake to such a jinx."
Be careful not to catch bad luck!
Xiao Congchun held a pen in her hand, silently doing her homework, but her vision was as blurry as a windowpane wet by rain.
"It's okay, it's okay."
It wasn't until today that I ate cake for the first time since spring.
But he felt happy, not only because he ate the cake, but also because he was no longer the little boy who used to cry all the time.
"Thank you, young master."
"Defend me."
Chun's tone rose slightly, conveying a lightness, and her eyes held a hint of amusement.
Duan Mingxiao's face flushed red instantly.
"Ahem, isn't that what I should do?"
"As my personal maid, your treatment is naturally excellent."
[You're so adorable, absolutely adorable! I hate you, Cong Chun! Please stop acting all cutesy towards me!]
The next second, Duan Mingxiao fled in panic, not forgetting to thoughtfully close the door for Cong Chun.
Cong Chun stood there, recalling Duan Mingxiao's reaction just now, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Young master, he's really so foolish.
From the corner came rough, labored breathing sounds, carrying a sense of oppression.
Jiao Jun's gaze fell on the dark green sketchbook in front of him, and he was burning with anger.
The man pictured Cong Chun's face: a man with such fair skin and eyes that seemed to possess an innate allure.
Jiao Jun couldn't help but grit his teeth when he thought about how Cong Chun had ignored him when he first tried to talk to him.
Haha, no wonder I ignored him, it turns out she's hooked up with the eldest son of the Duan family.
The man kept spewing out vicious and vulgar words.
"You slut, you've definitely been fucked to death by men."
"You're so good at seducing people, no wonder that brat Duan Mingxiao is protecting you."
"Damn it, why don't you give me some pleasure?"
Before he knew it, Jiao Jun closed his eyes, and his pants had been pulled down to his knees.
After a moment, Jiao Jun let out a long sigh and whispered the man's name, but the man still felt aggrieved.
He stared intently at the dark green sketchbook in front of him, and the image of Cong Chun often holding this sketchbook and drawing in his spare time came to mind.
A hint of malice flashed in Jiao Jun's eyes. The man was about to open the sketchbook when he casually tore off a few pages and used them to wipe himself.
However, at this moment, a tall and slender figure was standing not far away.
Duan Mingxiao stood not far away, his fingers unconsciously clenched into fists, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.
Her gaze fell on the man's half-down trousers and the dark green sketchbook.
That was clearly the sketchbook that Cong Chun always carried with him.
In that instant, the young master lost all reason, his eyes filled with a terrifying crimson.
"You beast, I...I will definitely kill you today..."
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